Hey guys! Sorry for the lateness of this one, I'm terrible on weekdays. How was the last chapter? Okay? So I know how this ends, but I just don't know the middle part... not great at this so thanks for your support!
Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, Fred wouldn't be dead.
It's such a beautiful day, the way the autumn leaves fall down onto the street, the way the autumn sun shines lazily through the trees, thought Hermione as her and Ron strolled hand in hand down a street, before heading into a small Italian restaurant, called Uncle Luigi's. "Did I tell you how amazing you look?" asked Ron inquiringly.
Hermione laughed. "Maybe once, twice, three times already? I wouldn't know really, I've started to lose count"
"Well you looked distracted, so I wanted to tell you again, besides, you really do look amazing." Ron said smiling.
Hermione was indeed distracted, but not by the how cute the restaurant was, or by how sexy Ron looked in his- wait, she thought, did I just say Ron was sexy? Well, she reasoned with herself, he is my boyfriend, so I'm in perfect liberty to say my boyfriends sexy right? It was silly really; arguing with herself, when in fact, she was distracted was because the image of her dreams where changing. Instead she'd recently been dreaming of the people she loved most, in her place at Malfoy Manor. In her dreams she watched on helplessly as Ron, Harry, Ginny, and even Luna and Neville, twisted on the floor in agony, in front of Bellatrix, who cackled manically and screamed insults and curses down to them.
Ron distracted her back into the land of the living by poking her softly, "They've got us a table Hermione, come on." They sat down at a small table set for two, over looking the street below. Hermione and Ron chatted, about unimportant things, small talk really. Ten minutes after the waiter had left with their orders, someone placed their hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"Hermioninny?" a dark-haired man with a large, curved nose and thick black eyebrows and who looked as surly as ever, had approached their table.
"Viktor!" Hermione cried, standing up. "I thought you'd gone back to Bulgaria. Well, you remember Ron don't you?"
Ron's ears had turned red, but not out of embarrassment from being in front of a well-known quiddich player. Krum looked almost equally annoyed.
"Fleur's Husband's little brother, yes?" he said as they stiffly shook hands.
"That's me." Ron replied, equally icy.
"How are you doing Viktor?" asked Hermione, unaware of the tension.
"I am vell, I vos here for a friend's birthday, but I am returning to Bulgaria soon."
Good, thought Ron sourly.
"Maybe you could come round the Burrow for dinner sometimes perhaps?" Hermione was asking, interrupting Ron's thoughts about throwing his plate at Krum.
"Hmmmm… Wait, what, Hermione, Krum has to return to Bulgaria soon, besides he's a very busy man, international quiddich player and what not." Ron started.
Krum glowered at Ron, but said to Hermione,
"I vould love too, please send me an owl soon then Hermi-onnie." He slouched off, looking duck-footed.
"Ron, try to be nice to Viktor." Hermione said exasperated.
"I'll be nice to Vikky when he stops looking at you like that."
"Ron! Don't call him Vikky- wait what do you mean, him looking at me like what?" Hermione asked, turning pink.
"Come on Hermione, are you telling me you haven't noticed it," Ron said sighing, "He looks at you with this look of longing in his eyes, Krum wants you Hermione, he wants you, but he cant have you, because you're my girlfriend." He finished stubbornly.
"Ronald Weasley, I am not an item you can own." Said Hermione, in a would-be stern voice, but the smile that was spreading across her face was unmistakable, even in the candlelight.
By the time they had gotten home, it was well past eleven o'clock.
"You know what I think," said Hermione giggling, "it's kind of funny really, we're still living in the Burrow."
Ron laughed, "Look who's had a bit to much butterbeer!" he said, helping Hermione up through the door.
"Not too *hic* much butterbeer…" Hermione giggled again, drunkenly. "But still, we all live in your parents house don't we? Time to get our own houses, I mean, even Harry's found a place now."
Ron grinned, "That's only because he doesn't want mum to know everything him and Ginny do. And you don't have to live here Hermione, no ones making you stay you know."
Hermione gasped, "Are you trying to kick me out of the Burrow?"
"Well, you're very drunk Hermione, I think you should go to bed now."
She looked at him, smiled, and lent to kiss him on the cheek.
"Night Ronald Weasley, I'll see you in the morning."
She was going to have a killer hangover tomorrow.
What do you guys think? Good, bad, meh? Should Hermione and Ron live together? Or gradually move in to each other's houses? Let me know! I'd love to get to ten chapters, but I don't think the stories going to have much more than ten, so we'll have to wait and see I suppose. Also, what do you guys ship? Me= Drarry, Fruna, Darmione, Romione, Fremione, Remus/Tonks (who couldn't?) and Drapple ( amazing ship) and others I suppose, but not Harry/Hermione, it's just not meant to be, me thinks, but what about you?